Triumphs Of A Dying Breed

Upon the thrones of vile wretchedness; The wicked kings of deceit reign supreme; Crowns adorned with so many gems of greed; And peasants burdened with the bitter toils of dire need. The innocent hang their heads and; Join to sing the hymn of mourning; Shackled to ravenous silences and chained; To fears of all that is still yet to come. Kingdoms collide in blood-soaked revelries; On march the dogs of war, holding hell's banner high; Such a simple objective: to annihilate and destroy; Archaic battles serving as the precise solution. To preserve such ancient ideals; A lifeless eternity will thus be conceived; Such a precious price will bring the imminent end; For all who dwell beneath these scarlet skies. With no hope to rise against these atrocities; All must now face peril and extinction; The midnight hour shall arrive yet again; On the eve of our existence's end. But hope returns anew for on rides the spirit; Of pure ambition, the avatar of virtue; Cloaked in disgust of this bleak realm; And clad in abhorrence of all you stand for. The flags stand tall for all who stand in opposition; To our great deceiver's manifest of lies. May this burnt patch; Of crimson earth; Tell the tale of; All that will transpire. Demolishing; Devastation; Desecrating; Extermination; Reclaiming all; That was once ours. And so befell at the first widening of the dawn; As the sun was climbing the vanquished night sky; We now desperately await; Your empire's dusk; To assault and massacre the very; Embodiment of our grief. I beseech you to lend your ear; To all our proclamations; We will return this curse; Upon your head tenfold. May our truths smite your domain to a pile; Of ash and cinder, vengeance at last; For your era is dying fast. Long promise and short anguish is the road; That leads to the sure triumph of your throne; And with these words we have planted; The fields of war with your forsaken evils all dead